I let that sink in for a beat before I kiss her with all the ferocity I held back. She trembles. I love the dazed look in her eyes when I pull away.
She can fight me all she wants with her words, but her actions don’t lie. She is attracted to me. She likes it when I kiss her.
“Now. Let’s go before I’m late for class.”
Seventeen
Lucas
Bringing Gemma to class with me might not have been my best idea.
It was worth it for the cute look of worry as she sat beside me through two classes. Coach didn’t care that I brought a…guest to world history, but on our way to the north building one of Gemma’s teachers spotted her. They served her detention on the spot for cutting class.
Still, I didn’t feel guilty.
Gemma was pissed at me. She socked me in the arm and stalked off while I snickered.
I sent her a few texts, but the only response was an absurd amount of middle finger emojis.
After practice, I hung around to see her in detention. I planned to give her a ride home, since I saw Alec leaving school with a hot chick riding shotgun.
Gemma refused to talk to me. Stubbornness came off her in waves as she bent her head to hide her face from me when I sat on the desk in front of her. I tucked her hair aside, and she shot me a vicious look.
“I’m done being your little play thing for your personal amusement,” she hissed.
My brows pulled together. I left her alone to fend for herself, knowing her brother already left school.
I thought that would be enough of a lesson not to give me attitude, but she ignored and avoided me for a couple of days. It got old real fucking fast.
Agitation rippled through me every time I thought I clocked her honey-blonde hair weaving through the halls, an itch niggling at me with the urge to make Gemma understand the beast she unleashed within me.
When the itch becomes too much to ignore, I recruit Bishop to help me leave Gemma a surprise.
She asked for it, so it’s my duty to deliver the punishment she earns.
I wait near her locker between periods, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. My eyes have been on her all day, but I’ve kept my distance, far enough not to alert her. She appears at the end of the hall.
Davis is with her. They giggle about something and Gemma waves her hands. That easy smile tugs at me, but I remain where I am, waiting for Gemma to open her locker.
As she opens the locker a flash of red lace pops out first. I smirk at the strangled sound that escapes her. Before she can slam her locker shut to hide what I planted, a strip of condoms and handcuffs fall out, the metal clattering against the floor.
Gemma goes rigid. The locker inches open, revealing the lacy lingerie in its full glory.
“Um,” Davis says, tugging on the ends of her blue hair.
“Shit.” Gemma drops to the floor to scoop up the condoms and handcuffs. “This—these aren’t mine. I don’t know how or who—”
“Damn, Turner, you really do like to get freaky!” Carter strolls up and props his weight against the bank of lockers, plucking the condoms from Gemma. “This ain’t gonna be enough for us, though.”
Fuck. I grit my teeth and it takes all of my self control to remain where I am.
Carter leers at Gemma as she snatches the foil strip away
from him.
“You’re a pig, Burns,” Gemma snaps as she shoves everything into her locker and slams the door shut.
Her entire face matches the red lace for color. She plants herself in front of her locker and crosses her arms.